Autumnal Oracle


Eating soft candies,

Scary pre-season


These are, well, all

On sale too early


Shapes of ghosts

And bats, since

Hallowe’en creeps

In from weeks



I want rehearsal


Practice of time,

A witch-spell nearly

Ready to be cast


Haunting for a

Fool, the wise

Child’s knowing

Fear for shapes


Of story’s eyes in


Branches made of

Arms of spikes


That reach down

Toward me


I treat myself to

A bargain invocation,

Reviving the thrill


Of a house of wraiths

Night-dark on

A bright horizon